Djinn is a character from Wind Country's past. Only those extremely versed in history would have an idea who he is. The follownig passage is for your background into the event. All ranks and branches are welcome and wanted for the event. The more people, the more fun. And remember, for joining and being active, you will be rewarded.
Djinn is stronger than a large combination of capped players put together. This is a scripted event, so no one will lose their character for participating and please remember, the event moderator decides the outcome of battles and interactions.
Also there is no posting order, however you may only post once between the Djinn's posts. And if you do not post in a timely manner, you are likely to be skipped and the Djinn may target damage on your character, effectively knocking you out or hurting your character severely.
Djinn is stronger than a large combination of capped players put together. This is a scripted event, so no one will lose their character for participating and please remember, the event moderator decides the outcome of battles and interactions.
Also there is no posting order, however you may only post once between the Djinn's posts. And if you do not post in a timely manner, you are likely to be skipped and the Djinn may target damage on your character, effectively knocking you out or hurting your character severely.
The Djinn s a being from the deep desert. He has been sleeping for hundreds of years, having been trapped in an ageless stasis by an old group of desert warriors. Although he has been unaging and held captive all these years, his mind was not paused along with his body. After years of imprisonment, his mind broke. An entire world was born within his mind, including a deity he called Djinn who could give him three wishes if he were to do it's bidding. In his insanity he created two parts of himself. Each part was a brother, named Shunsui and Nansui, who in his imagined world lived lives, married and even had children.
But as his mind deteriorated and it sought a way to kill himself, Djinn turned vengeful, murdering all the people his mind had invented; slaughtering them as lambs. Both brothers watched helplessly as their children were eaten by the beast and their wives were torn to pieces by his vengeance. Death did not find the brothers, or the imprisoned man. Instead the rage of the deity brought him further into madness. The deity told them of a plague of the sand, something deep within the heart of the desert that would reach out and consume everything in it's path. In order to be freed and be granted their wishes, which would be their family, children and lives back, they had to kill the plague.
Hundreds of years ago, Djinn had been known as Jeisui. The best historians of Suna might remember him for his ruthless mass murdering or tales of his battle prowess. He had been known as the Amaranthine. Though he was neither truly immortal nor a demon, his abilities lied in a long lost bloodline. These men had immeasurable healing abilities and the power to multiply the effect of an element by drawing on the energy around them. None had been more frightening than Jeisui, however, who had turned on his own; killing his wife, children and clan before moving onto the people of the desert.
Many died trying to stop him. The number of deaths at his hand were up in the hundreds before he was finally felled. A group of shinobi, strong and determined of will fought the Amaranthine and brought him to a point of weakness, just enough so that their leader, a master of sealing was able to seal him to a golden structure. The seal kept his soul bound to the piece and the trap kept draining him of his chakra. No matter how much he took from the lands around him, it would take it away from Jeisui.
The trap ended by burying the man in a tomb, as punishment for his crimes where he would be cursed with nearly endless life alone. They did not plan on him escaping.
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Perhaps this being would have eventually died, or would never awaken, but the seals that bound him were broken one day by an earthquake. The vicious shaking shattered the golden statue he was bound to and open the tomb where he laid. The old seal was weakened from age and when it gave way as the ground did, Djinn awoke. Crawling out from the ground, reality was a dull haze to him. The man was still broken and forever more so. The golden shackles on his wrists from where he was bound he saw as a sign that he was within the body of Djinn who was giving them the chance to fulfill his wishes and prophecy. Each brother, Shunsui the logical half and Nansui, the creative half (both controlled by either hemisphere of his mind) was ready to find the plague of the sands. They called themselves Djinn and were planning on pursuing the mad justice he had invented. But he was a terrifying creature.
Feeding off the energy of the land and the sun, his body regained its strength and form. He appeared as a ageless man, his face smooth like a marble sculpture with thin lips and heavily slanted eyes. His once bronze skin was ashen white from the years underground, but within days was regaining its usual tone. His wrists were bound with gold cuffs and he wore his very long black hair up in a high ponytail. Djinn moved across the sands as a nomad, looking desperately for the plague that he was foretold to annihilate.
For almost a year he wandered. His abilities keeping him sustained. No plague found his mind, yet after hundreds of years what was time? It was nothing to him.
The night before the winter solstice, he happened over a group of men. They were garbed in robes, masks covering their faces. They appeared to him as spirits, guides to his quest. He approached them as they sat around their fire. Shunsui, the logical brother overtook the body and greeted the men with the manners of a kind wanderer. While standoffish, the spirit-men did not see harm in the strange wanderer. He was welcomed at their fire for the time being where Shunsui asked the beings about themselves. They, as good ANBU, did not reveal much about themselves and referred to themselves by codename.
Nansui, was curious about the spirit men though and with a cunning and sly mind was able to draw out snippets of information. They were beings of the sand, belonging to a hidden place that flourished in the heart of the desert. Could this be his trail? Were these spirits truly guides? Did they know where he could find the plague of the sand? One of the men was speaking to another and not to the nomad, but made the unknowing mistake of mentioning an illness that was traveling around his neighborhood. Shunsui heard this and interpreted it as a sickness in the land, what his mad mind was looking for.
Djinn's attack came so harsh and fierce, all but one of the ANBU were dead at his feet before they could react to what was happening around them. Djinn's power was immense and terrifying, far beyond what it had ever been before. The time in the tomb, while leaving him seemingly weak, had only given him the chance to live longer than any other of his bloodline. He was able to draw on the land's energy much more than ever before, molding it easily like a child with a ball of soft clay but with the skill of the most talented artisan.
In the last man's defense, he did not tell Djinn how to find Suna, no matter the hours of torture he was subjected to. It wasn't until his heart was stopped that Djinn was able to draw out the recent memories of his no longer resisting mind. It was a place full of sin, sickness and fright.
The brothers set a path for the hidden village of sand.
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It was nightfall. The crystals were dimmed and most of the people were sound asleep in their beds. There was an overall silence that almost seemed out of place in such a bustling shinobi village. Yet the silence was tinged with a feeling, something dark and foreboding. Many would be oblivious to the sensation; a soft electric feeling on the air. But there were those who could feel it like a chill down their spine; a foreshadow of something evil and deadly coming. Some people would be woken from their dreams by this feeling. It was like the calm before a storm...
The silence was shattered in one act of violence, so suddenly almost no one could have been prepared for it. An enormous explosion of fire and ash, blood and carnage as the great spiraling Caduceus Tower was set upon by a ruthless act of hateful terrorism. The entire Severe Infections Ward was set ablaze first, turning those most ill and injured to dust and pulpy paste, then a second explosion started a moment later, destroying the pediatrics department. The screams of children tore through the air as some were not so quickly killed, but left to torture and die slower by fire and smoke.
But what could have started this grievous wound upon Suna? Amidst the screaming chaos and panic, a single man stood outside. His pulled back, black hair hung like a long black snake from his head, reaching to his calves. His stone-like face was harsh and focused and bronze arms, clasped in broken golden irons were held outstretched toward the building. There was a pulsing pressure surrounding the man like an aura making it physically impossible to come within ten feet of him without suffering intense pain and seizure. He seemed to be the source of the attack. Dark, slanted eyes took in the carnage with pleasure. The Djinn had come and targeted the source of sicknesses, the place where his imagined plague would most likely have started. But would it end there? No, he was here to kill everyone.
